Qin Feng glared at Doubi Chicken—according to its idea, he couldn't hurt the Celestial Demon Algae, and had to catch it alive.
This was a bit tricky.
"Chicken God, you got any good ideas?"
Qin Feng reluctantly patted Doubi Chicken's butt.
Doubi Chicken chuckled, "Since you're so sincere, I'll teach you a trick. Just drip your own blood on them—don't even bother catching them, they'll cling to you like you're their only hope!"
Qin Feng shot the chicken a doubtful look, but had no better options, so he just followed the goofy chicken's advice.
He slit his finger and flicked it at the Celestial Demon Algae.
His fresh blood splattered onto the algae, and the thing reacted like it'd seen its real mother—suddenly spreading its leaves, swimming toward Qin Feng, excitedly wriggling up and down beside him.
"See? I told you I wasn't bullshitting!"
Doubi Chicken puffed up proudly and clucked.
This situation left everyone wide-eyed in shock.
